These Little Men

I don’t care about the people who have lied to me,

all little people, trying to hold onto the little that they have in life that they think is a lot.

People are happy to lie to you when they think you are on top because they want to be where you are

even happier as they watch you fall, even wave at you on the way down.

But it is the most interesting place, the fall.

Then the realization that you can go no lower,

 the impact,

 the crying that turns to laughter and seeing those fools at the top knowing they will be with you soon

but they will take it much worse than you.

But I won’t lie to those little men.

Only one man I regret lying to

myself